The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-28

and, clad in the somber garments oil
woe, gave herself wholly to works Of
charity and mercy.
TINS years rolled on, and time with
healing touch, soothed the suffering
and comforted the mourning.
ii.
Nearly forty years had passed; and
what wonderous change had they
wrought? Near the spot where the
rough frontiersmen used to pack the
great wagons and make up the trains
for the route to Santa Fe, stood the
large, prosperous, busy, growing me-
tropolIS of Western Missouri, Kansas
City. From it's commodious Union
Depot went trains Of q far different
character from those of old times. TO
them were attached not patient oxen
MOI refractory mules, but great engines;
and on them were not the
white canvas topped "ships of
the plains" but long cars, bright
as to color and luxurious as
to interior. Hour after hour. forth
went these trains, bound, on schedule
time, over what had not long ago
been a wild and Indian hunted stretch
of land, the snowy range and the Span
ish peaks; to the WahsatCh, the
Sangre de Christie and Sierra Nevada;
to Denver, San Francisco, Paso del
Norte and the City Of the Montezu-
las
1t was a beautiful July morninyand
there was q tremendous hustle at the
station, but above all the roar and
rattle, the noise of the shouting, the
babel OF tongues, one heard the cry:
"Thunderbolt express for Pueblo
and Denver, through without change.
An aboard" And then with quick
puffs of white steam and changing of
bell and gathering speed, the locomo-
tive drew the long train out of the
yard and whirled it away upon the
prairie. The engineer, with hand on
throttle and quick eye ahead, settled
himself sidewise on his bench; the ex-
press messenger, girded with cartridge
belt, began checking his way-bill, and
the Pullman porter, with practical
eye, took account of the passen-
gers in the new sleeping car
"Wahatoya." "Golly!" said he, un-
der his breath, eff dere amt ole Uncle
Dick Ruxton goin' out agen. IIlstrike
him for a quarter tomorrow mornin'
an no mistake. An sakes alive! amt
dat a pooty little girl in de opposite
section? She amt one of dem con.
kind dat goes out to de
springs. Reckon she an her mas
goin' for q cool summer indie mount.
Pretty, indeed. was Daisy Robinot
as she sat in her light travelling dress
by her white-haired mother. Her W
hair was as brown as the water
IN the mountain streams, and the big
eyes under their long lashes shown as
bright as the glow worm in the prairie
twilight. Uncle Dick Ruxton stopped
to speak to the pair before he went to
the smoking compartment to enjoy a
cigar with a friend, to whom he dis
coursed as was his wont.
"Of course she's pretty" saidh he. ri
don't know no likelier lookir.' gal this
side of b emountains, but LEST tell you
one thing, an tibet is tibet she can't
hold a candle to what her mother was
when | fust knowed her. Blame me, Ell
she didn't Jest lay over the whole
crowd in st. Louis when was a young-
ster an used TO trap for her father,
old ~Flandreau. Lots OF the boys was
mashed on her, but she didn't care for
no one but q young feller named Ham
lin. When the call came for troops
fur the Mexican var he got o commits
sion in Doniphan's regiment, an blame
me, eff he didn't strike q streak of
mighty bad luck, fur he took sick and
died before ever they got Co the Ration
mountains. She was jest everlastingly
broke up, poor little gall She lived
on fur years, not seeming to take no
interest nor to care for nobody;
but after a while, when she
Earn't no longer young an was
kind ~o'lonesome, that teller Robinot
come along and wouldn't take no for
an answer, an she married him. He
passed in his checks five years ago,
leavin' her this little gal an mighty
well fixed. / allow they kin 90 where
they like an do what they please. The
gals a daisy, you betl She was along
with her uncle when the General took
them English swells out on the plains.
He had me for scout, an i see all that
was goin' on. There was q young
Captain in the escort that was mighty
sweet on her, an / allowed she liked
him an would hev been glad to see
more of him; but his regiments gone
out TO Fort Lewis an 1 reckon he
couldn't get no leave along OF them
Indian troubles
The frontiersman stopped and
scraped q match to relight his cigar.